At the same time as Amber snapped her fingers, Scarface Anton had already reached out and grabbed a wooden pillar next to him like a conditioned reflex. Some people in the tavern also grabbed the nearest fixed object or simply did not show any shame. Sitting on the ground, this movement is so smooth and skillful, as if it has become their instinct long ago - but it is different for others. They just look at the inexplicable changes around them blankly, not knowing what to do in response. And soon, they won't have to do anything to deal with it.
A layer of turbid and hazy shadow suddenly spread around Amber. Wherever the shadow went, everyone felt dizzy instantly. In just a moment, everyone in the entire tavern was forcibly dragged A "shadow jump" was performed - although it lasted less than a second, it caused everyone to lose their balance instantly. Those who found fixed objects in advance were better off, but those who stood and sat foolishly But he was already stumbling around and couldn't get up for a while.
Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, Amber nodded with satisfaction, finally regaining some of his pride as a "master".
Her combat power is indeed weak, but that depends on who she is compared with and in what field. As a shadow stalker, Amber can't defeat Gawain and the people around Gawain head-on, which is understandable, but how many real extraordinary professionals can there be in this tavern?
If they really existed, they wouldn’t hang out in a place like this!
What we have here are just idle scoundrels and liars. Their greatest ability is just a few tricks or a set of deceptions. Even the famous "Scarface Anton" is just a trick. They are just half-baked stalkers who are not even qualified to be low-level professionals. They are gutter rats, the remnants of the market at the lowest level of society. They huddle together here to keep warm, and the strongest among them are not qualified to appear as real professionals. in sight.
Amber is at least an extraordinary professional, and she is also a master of the power of shadow—she also calls herself the Chosen One.
The title of Queen of the Tavern is not something she calls herself.
After a long time, the severe dizziness and neurological disorders caused by the power of the shadow gradually alleviated. Those lying on the ground got up one by one in embarrassment, but no one stood still. Come out and take risks: People who can survive in this social environment are all cautious and smart characters. They are good at judging the situation in a moment and finding the safest way for themselves. In just a moment, they knew How to protect yourself.
Seeing this situation, Amber curled her lips slightly: "This class is still not interesting."
"Sister, why are you back?" Scarface Anton resisted the dizziness that lingered in his head, forced a smile and stepped forward to ask, "Two years ago, you said you found clues to your biological parents, but suddenly they disappeared... Did you find them?"
"No, I don't know where my biological parents died. I'm afraid they won't be found in this life," Amber waved her hand, "But I found something more interesting. ”
“More interesting? Anton was stunned. He knew that the gangster leader in front of him who once dominated the sewers and ruled the underworld would often look for some "interesting things", but that usually refers to treasures that can be stolen and unlucky people who can be harmed. , she would always have a joking and mocking expression on her face when she mentioned those things, but her expression in front of her was obviously full of interest and no joke at all, "What did you find? "
Hubo just smiled: "Have you heard about the resurrection of the founding prince? "
"I've heard about it," Anton shrugged and said while asking his men to deal with the order in the tavern. "It has been spread for a long time - some of the news was spread with our help." Well, mercenaries passed through here a few months ago and hired a large group of people to spread the news. "
"Damn, you actually secretly made money from me..." Amber immediately glared at Anton, but before she could say all the words, she changed the subject, "Everyone is here. What? ”
“If you’re talking about people in this town, they’re all here.” Anton raised his hand and covered the entire tavern. “It’s winter now, and these bastards are in the tavern every day.” I'm hiding in there, wishing I could drink myself to death inside. ”
Amber took out a small dagger and scratched it on the bumpy wooden bar, looking for the traces he had carved in those years, but unfortunately most of them could no longer be found - fights and inferior drinks were always the result. The traces on the bar disappeared quickly: "Ask the big guys if you want to do something serious. "
At this time, many "old acquaintances" had gathered near the bar. There was a woman with slightly dark skin and dressed like a witch who was stunned when she heard Amber's words: "Serious business? Sister, can you still have serious things? "
As soon as Amber raised her hand, the small dagger in her hand circled under the neck of the "witch" and accurately cut off several threads on the opponent's collar: "'Witch' Jipri , why didn’t I cut your tongue out back then? "
"I can make a lot of money by shaking my tongue," the woman dressed as a witch took a half step back with a flattering smile on her face, "You'd better tell me about your 'serious business' Well, we are all listening..."
"It's very simple, I am now working for the resurrected founding hero - don't show that disbelieving expression, I am now his personal guard , Do you understand personal security? I can tell you that I didn’t even need to knock on the door when I entered his room. All in all, I am rich now, but I have not forgotten you guys who are not living up to expectations. Now you have a chance. As long as you are willing to change your bad habits, you can also live a decent life like me. day. Still don’t understand? The Duke wants to hire you! "
The scene suddenly fell silent, and this reaction was beyond Amber's expectation.
"Why didn't you make any movement? Amber looked at these guys curiously, "Don't want to?" ”
“I don’t believe it,” Scarface Anton revealed a look that made him cry. God knows whether he was crying or not.With a smile on his face, he said, "We know that the Founding Duke is in the south, but how can a person like him deal with people like us. Sister, have you drank the Shadow Potion as water again recently?"
"I know you guys are so promising," Amber curled her lips and threw a cloth bag on the bar. A series of clattering sounds came from the bag. After the mouth of the bag opened, several pieces of Glistening gold and silver coins rolled out from inside - they were all newly minted coins, with beautiful perfectly symmetrical outlines and smooth arcs, and the emblem of Cecil's territory was printed on the front, "You don't have to believe it. , the money is real anyway."
The eyes of the people at the bar suddenly widened.
They rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with gold coins, but silver coins can still be obtained occasionally, and Cecil silver coins are a new currency that has become increasingly popular in the south recently. This currency is of excellent quality. The weight is very large, and I don't know what casting method was used. Each coin is minted to perfection and is exquisite. Such coins are naturally favored by merchants and subsequently circulate in the southern region.
Anton was lucky enough to get three Ansu silver coins - but they were obviously not as new as the coins brought by amber. There were not even a trace of scratches and dirt on the gold and silver coins that rolled out of the money bag. None, the new one looks like it just came out of the mint.
Anton's heart suddenly tightened, and he looked at Amber with a nervous look on his face: "Sister, if you steal money from a noble's mint, you will be hanged!"
p>Amber immediately glared at the scarred, bald man with a vicious look: "Tell me - do you really want to smash a boulder on your chest?! I'll pick you up and hit the boulder!"
Anton suddenly shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything.
Obviously, what Amber said is true.
The boss who had been "missing" for several years actually got together with the founding hero and became the personal bodyguard of a great nobleman. This kind of fantasy thing actually happened.
"You can discuss it," Amber waved his hand and calmly pushed the money on the bar to a more conspicuous place, "But I want to explain that money is a good thing, but not that good. The Duke doesn't want to hire a group of gangsters and scoundrels to ruin his reputation, so those who take the money must first follow me to Cecil Territory to learn the rules and laws there, and then it's their turn to do serious things. If you can't learn the rules..."
Amber did not continue, but glanced around with a hint of threat, making everyone's necks shrink.
In fact, there will be no terrible punishment. According to Gao Wen, even a fool can learn those simple rules and regulations after a few months of training. Even if he can't learn them, he can be taught them a few more times. He just poured it in, but Amber knew that in front of him were a group of bastards who couldn't even boil water. Maybe one day they could learn the rules, laws and morals on the right path, but whereBefore that, they must be driven to the right path with the two whips of grace and punishment.
While this implicit threat silenced the people in the tavern, it also gave them a more real feeling:
No good thing will fall from the sky, only when this happens Only when something involves a certain amount of risk can it be true.
It is dangerous to deal with nobles. Everyone who lives in the underworld knows this, but his boss seems to be able to cover himself...
The style of the founding hero The reviews seem to be very good...
I just don’t know what a big nobleman hires a group of thieves and liars to do, but what’s the worst that can be done? You wouldn't drive such a bunch of idiots to fight on the battlefield, or drive out monsters, right?
As the tavern became lively again, Anton quietly approached Amber. The scar-faced strong man lowered his voice and asked curiously: "Sister, what on earth did you... Getting around such a big shot?"
"It's actually nothing," Amber waved her hand nonchalantly, "I pried off his coffin and woke him up."
Anton: "...Huh?!"
Amber picked up the half-glass of low-quality ale in front of her eyes and sighed: "Oh, so be careful when stealing. Don't get caught by the person involved and get yourself involved accidentally... Bah - you better get me a glass of water, you might as well mix wine with the water, what the hell have you mixed with this?"
"Actually, this is the water mixing ratio you gave back then..." Anton couldn't laugh or cry, "Forget it, I'll get you a glass of water."
"Forget it. Let's just drink it." Amber shook his head and looked down at the foaming low-quality wine, dumbfounded. "Whether it's a human or an elf, it's true that they are creatures that are prone to indulge in pleasure..."